I need to get the dog a haircut, go grocery shopping, build a toy house for my kids, wash that horrid smell off the cat from his encounter with a skunk last night, reorganize all the boxes in the garage so my wife can find that one old picture frame she lost years ago but for some reason is the most crucial thing in the world to her, buy a slow pitch trainer for my slowpitch softball pitcher, take out the trash, wash the car, take my daughter shopping and try to convince her that slutty really isn’t a prom fashion statement, intimidate the boy that’s taking her to prom…